this is a fattie
Something completely real happened:
I confess, that I, Lisa, am really a faith-less idiot. I don't have faith in anything unless it actually happens, unless I see it. Gotta see to believe. So yes
I have always not cared much about seatbelts. I put mine on but after at least 2 minutes down the road, when we actually start going fast, or after a friend yells at me and forces me to.
I know we need them if we are in an accident, but hell, I've never really been in one, I've never been in a car that slammed on its breaks hard enough to send me flying. Nothing like that. I just think nothing bad will happen to me...
or a loved one
Well, my parents got a phone call at 1 or so Saturday morning; Michelle was in an accident in Dallas and was about to be taken to the emergency room. A parent's nightmare. They had wrecked on the highway, flipped twice and skidded all the way across to the opposite side of the highway, landing upside down. No one was killed or seriously hurt, but she had a pretty messed up hand injury, and of course she was scared to death. Mom and Dad drove all the way up there, picked her up, took her back home to us. She has some terrible bruises and her whole body is tense from the shock, but mainly its her hand. Her RIGHT hand, her writing hand, the one she needs for everything, the one she needs when she becomes a pediatrician because she's working her ass off at UT to become one. Yikes.
All in all, everything is okay. Michelle is the strongest girl I know and she'll be fine. She survived a car-crash that, looking at the totalled car and the circumstances, seemed pretty impossible to live through. Her hand will heal in time and she will prevail.
But shit, how scary is that.
Just the other day I thought to myself "Lisa, you really need to wear your seatbelt. Something bad could happen to you any second. Don't wait around and let it be too late." Of course I told myself to shut up, that I was just being paranoid.
However, it seems as though Lisa #1 was right; I need to stop being an idiot and realize that something bad can happen TO ME, too.
In conclusion, it took the health of my sister's hand to make me stop being stupid behind the wheel. That's sad!
I'm going to go for the gold today- watch as many movies as possible and not follow through with any responsibilities. Yay for life
I confess, that I, Lisa, am really a faith-less idiot. I don't have faith in anything unless it actually happens, unless I see it. Gotta see to believe. So yes
I have always not cared much about seatbelts. I put mine on but after at least 2 minutes down the road, when we actually start going fast, or after a friend yells at me and forces me to.
I know we need them if we are in an accident, but hell, I've never really been in one, I've never been in a car that slammed on its breaks hard enough to send me flying. Nothing like that. I just think nothing bad will happen to me...
or a loved one
Well, my parents got a phone call at 1 or so Saturday morning; Michelle was in an accident in Dallas and was about to be taken to the emergency room. A parent's nightmare. They had wrecked on the highway, flipped twice and skidded all the way across to the opposite side of the highway, landing upside down. No one was killed or seriously hurt, but she had a pretty messed up hand injury, and of course she was scared to death. Mom and Dad drove all the way up there, picked her up, took her back home to us. She has some terrible bruises and her whole body is tense from the shock, but mainly its her hand. Her RIGHT hand, her writing hand, the one she needs for everything, the one she needs when she becomes a pediatrician because she's working her ass off at UT to become one. Yikes.
All in all, everything is okay. Michelle is the strongest girl I know and she'll be fine. She survived a car-crash that, looking at the totalled car and the circumstances, seemed pretty impossible to live through. Her hand will heal in time and she will prevail.
But shit, how scary is that.
Just the other day I thought to myself "Lisa, you really need to wear your seatbelt. Something bad could happen to you any second. Don't wait around and let it be too late." Of course I told myself to shut up, that I was just being paranoid.
However, it seems as though Lisa #1 was right; I need to stop being an idiot and realize that something bad can happen TO ME, too.
In conclusion, it took the health of my sister's hand to make me stop being stupid behind the wheel. That's sad!
I'm going to go for the gold today- watch as many movies as possible and not follow through with any responsibilities. Yay for life